Maybe I'm mad. I've been here for such a long time.
All is so blury now. I have no fears, nor pain,
not even a single show of happiness.
I'm just breathing and roaming.
I spend my time screaming
out all these invading sharp thoughts.
No hopes, nor aims, only drugs and illusions
to keep myself calm and easy.
I guess some people here may share my torments,
but after all we're all in the same asylum.
Condemned to the same fate,
with no way to escape, but death.
Death as a finality, death as a solution.
Or even as a beginning.
But this is not the question here.
Here in this mental hospital, with no roof, nor walls.
This hospital called Life.
Maybe I'm mad, and if I am, then you all are mad too.

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